Word: moonlit
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...master of the international crime syndicate called SPECTRE (Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Revenge and Extortion), Bond at first displays his customary stocks in trade. He uses his own urine as invisible ink, and successfully escapes from Blofeld's Alpine retreat by a daredevil schuss down the snow-covered, moonlit slope-as patrols of goons with guns set an avalanche tumbling down after him. Then, suddenly, Bond is threatened with what, for an international cad, would clearly be a fate worse than death: matrimony...
Over Verdun's ravaged fields one moonlit night last week, a bell tolled mournfully from the vast hilltop monument of Douaumont, where 100,000 nameless skeletons are entombed. French army drums and bugles sounded the solemn Sonnerie aux Morts, France's ancient salute to the fallen. A chorus of clear young voices intoned the German army's somber hymn, Ich hatt' einen Kameraden. Then a torchlit procession of 1,400 young Germans and 700 French youths wound down the damp hillside. The ceremony was part of a movement started by Father Theobald Rieth, a German Jesuit...
During the evenings at Gian Carlo Menotti's Spoleto Festival of Two Worlds, the goings-on were grand. Festive Roman audiences wildly applauded Luchino Visconti's lavish production of La Traviata. The Messiah was sung on the moonlit Piazza del Duomo that it might satisfy all the senses. When the festival's sixth season neared its close, Founder Menotti looked ahead anxiously. "Everyone," he sighed last week, "expects exceptional productions. It's really tough figuring out how I will keep it up during the next ten years...
...before dawn on Pentecost, the great Christian feast that celebrates the descent of the Holy Spirit upon Jesus' Apostles. In the cool June night, 5,000 people stood watch in the moonlit piazza of St. Peter's. Some prayed; some chatted; some-Rome being what it is-eyed their neighbors for the bulge of a wallet, the unguarded clasp of a handbag. Most of those at the vigil looked often to the lighted windows on the top floor of the Vatican Palace. There the life of Pope John XXIII was slowly, inevitably, ebbing away...
...teens, prove that he was a meticulous craftsman who could, if he had wanted, have bent to any fashion. But he wanted, as he said in a short story that he wrote about an artist who was obviously himself, to "revel in outlandish subjects." He could sometimes give a moonlit sky the same haunted-universe feeling as his contemporary, Albert Ryder. He could paint a game of croquet or a scene in Central Park with such feathery charm that these common, everyday scenes hardly seemed to come from reality. He painted innumerable nudes in all sorts of settings, and they...